Arabella
"Sky, what are you doing?" I stood by the door to my room, fiddling with my fingers as I watched Sky haul my clothes from the wardrobe into my bags, angrily.
After revealing about my marriage with Adrian, she hadn't said a word to me. She'd searched my eyes for any sign of a lie, and when she found none, she quietly turned away, headed to my room, and was now busily combing furiously through my things.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, refusing to look at me as she tossed more clothes into my bag. "Helping you pack of course"
Even from where I stood, I could feel the heat of her anger. It was coming off her in waves but weirdly, I felt a sense of relief. She didn't leave – yet. And she was still talking to me. That was a good sign. Right?
Mustering the courage, I
